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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

I don't know what to say.

Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life.
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please.

Nope. Still don't know what to say.

I broke my fast with Shah and his classmates. They're so funnyy. Kept calling me Shakira. As in, they really called me Shakira with a straight face throughout the night.

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